Hiya everyone! been a few months (like, 3.) Sorry for the EXCEPTIONALLY long wait. Decided to take an absurdly long break between chapters. Hope this chapter is good! As always criticism apreciated!

Chapter 6.

Three days after the Azur Lane HQ Raid.

Azur Lane HQ

Ship Killer Cells

1057

"One second..." 032 says, tightening a bolt on a device. "...your technology is pretty primitive..." she says, as Soobraz signs. "Any more insults to toss?" she asks. "Yeah, your understanding of siren tech is a tad flattering." 032 replied, followed by "That's a compliment!" came from Soobraz, with 032 giggling. "I'm aware... you ship girls are cute."

"...and you're annoying, and a jerk!" came from Soobraz as she crossed her arms, with 32 smiling. "...so, what did you want from me?" she asks, standing up. "You are helping me rewrite those chips in your heads." Soobraz says, before walking out of what's basically a bunk room prison. "...why should I do that?" 32 asks, following Soobraz. "The commander requested that you and your sisters have those chips changed." Soobraz says, with 32 only sighing and nodding her head.

The two would soon arrive back in the lab, SK-001 currently asleep at a desk with The Commander trying to wake her up. "Leave her alone." Soobraz tells him as she walks over, 32 softly humming a tune as they walk. Soobraz grabbed a flask from a nearby desk, with the person opening it watching. Soobraz popped open the flask and would then pour its contents, water, on 001, causing the siren to quickly jolt awake and fall backwards in her chair, letting out a soft 'umph' when she landed.

"...not that necessary..." came from The Commander, with 001 glaring at Doobraz who smiled a little. "...that was uncalled for..." 001 mumbled, getting off the ground and dusting herself off. The Commander glanced at 001's now soaked top, before averting his eyes. "Commander, don't think I didn't notice that!" Soobraz says, with The Commander only sighing in response.

"Let's get a move on... you can stare at her later, we have work to do, so get out." 032 says, looking at The Commander. "I wasn't staring at all!" He responds, with 032 rolling her eyes. "You do it every now and then... you like what you see, I'm guessing?" 032 asks, a small smile on her face... 001 was purely confused, with Soobraz quickly taking the commander out of the building, and returning without him.

"Okay, tech time!" Came from Soobraz as she approached, tossing the flask aside, with the scientists grabbing it after it hit the floor. "Yes, the moment you were waiting for... we have the headsets, we have two people, and do we have Type 92R pills?" 032 asks. "...no, we don't, give me an idea of what they do, we'll find a substitute..." Soobraz says, a bit of an annoyed look on her face. "...it's... relaxing, I guess... clears the mind." 032 says, before shrugging. "It helps when operating with the headsets."

"Will Vodka work?" Soobraz asks, with 032 glancing around, thinking. "...dunno, sure. Never heard of it, but why not." 032 says, with Soobraz nodding her head. "I'll be back!" she then rushed out of the building. "...so, what were you saying about him liking what he sees?" 001 asks, with 32 sighing. "These people kinda like what you have..." "...is it the uniform?" 001 asks, with 032 letting out an annoyed groan. "It's your chest! Those big things!" 32 says, tapping 001's chest... 001's face quickly turned red afterwards.

"...s-so... t-that's a good thing?" 001 asks with 032 nodding her head. "Yes! It's a good thing for you!" She then would rub her neck afterwards, "...well, aside from the back pain, but its a good thing!" she then would rub 001's back. "...Pretty sure he's got a thing for you... that, or he can't keep his eyes where they should be." 032 says, with 001 nodding her head in response.

Soobraz walked into the building again, holding a bottle of Vodka, and three glasses. "...that's... the opposite of relaxing." 032 says, looking at the alcohol. "It's relaxing for me!" Soobraz says, placing the bottle and the glasses down. "So, let's hook in, get this over with, and... maybe do it with you too." Soobraz says, smiling at 032, who only nods her head.

Soobraz pours a glass of vodka, before looking at 032. "Want some, or are you relaxed enough?" Soobraz asks, with 032 grabbing a cup and holding it out. 001 would grab one too, and would hold it out too. "...don't think you should drink too... but, it'll be a wonderful experiment." 032 says, looking at 001 and smiling. "...let's do it then." 001 says, with Soobraz pouring them cups too. "...first try for anything..." 032 mumbled, before downing her drink, slamming the cup down and coughing. "This tastes horrible!" 032 yelled, hanging her head too as she leaned over the desk.

001 would then drink hers too, letting out a disgusted groan as she did. "You weren't wrong..." 001 mumbled, placing the cup down instead of slamming it. Soobraz shrugged and downed hers. "...this is some good stuff." She places her cup down and grabs the headset. "Techie, you ready?" Soob asks, with 032 coughing into her own shoulder, grabbing a headset too. "...sure, let's just... get this over with..."

032 and Soobraz put the headsets on, with the three sitting in a chair. "Okay... Soobraz, hand on 1's shoulder." 032 and Soobraz place a hand on 001's shoulders, before 032 leans back. "Okay... much better than last time... no instant short circuit." 032 says, with Soobraz only letting out a grunt. Soobraz would then lean back as well, with 001 shutting her eyes and leaning back too...

BORDER REALM,

SHIP KILLER BARRIER.

032 and Soobraz would appear in a seemingly endless void, standing on a tile like surface. "Alright... so, good news..." 032 looked around. "It worked." she says, with Soobraz looking around too. "...I didn't drink enough to get drunk... did I?" Soobraz asks. "...if you did, you would have died." 032 says, with Soobraz glancing over. "Kidding... partly." 32 says, smiling a little.

"...doesn't matter, what do we do?" Soob asks, with 032 sighing. "I made it here once during testing, but the process ended up pretty bad. The siren I convinced to help ended up dead a few minutes into this... but he also was so far beyond drunk, I'm pretty sure he blacked out after a while." "Useless details, tell me what I need to do." Soob says, with 032 nodding. "Right... let me just..." 032 would stomp, a pillar coming out of the ground afterwards.

"This is a maintenance pillar... Hand onto it, then uh... imagine shutting your eyes? They're already closed out there, so... can't really close them in here." 032 says, with Soobraz doing as told. "...I uh... see a red box... it's a crash report... from a year ago." Soob says, with 32 looking at her confused. "The hell crashed? 001 is completely fine, the chip works as intended..." 32 says. "...it's uh... a database... Several databases." Soobraz would look around.

"We got... attitude_atonement, target_list... oh, this one's interesting, sk-alpha_program..." Soob would then open her eyes. "...so, I assume Attitude is how she acts... Target list is who she should kill, and that Alpha stuff is just... stuff." Soob says, with 032 nodding her head. "...that explains her weirdness... her chip failed, and some things are missing..." Soob nods her head, shutting her eyes. "Kay... uh..." she raises her free hand and taps the air. "Lets see- and there's another box..."

032 nods her head. "What's on it this time?" she asks, with Soob sighing. "We're looking at a sort of... failure? Operational Task Failure? Something about not killing targets..." she taps the air again. "Oh, now we have... something to do with memory... specifically some things on the humans, and... that explains why she's clueless about romance... that's also missing..." Soob says, tapping the air once more. "Okay... now, I see an index thingy... looks like a file manager." 032 nods her head. "Alright... find uh... something about allies." 032 says, with Soob trying to do that.

"Found it, lists of allies and commanders." Soob says, pressing on the air, before 'zooming in.' "Okay... now, what do I do? Alot of our targets are here... especially Tester Beta..." Soob says, with 032 nodding her head. "Find the option to enable targeting." 032 tells Soob, who would tap on Tester Beta's file, before looking around. "Found it!" she tapped the air again. "Okay, swapped parameters... this makes life so much easier..." Soob says, with 32 nodding her head. "Heads hurting... let go of the pillar, and we'll disconnect." 32 says, with Soob taking her hand off. "So... how do we disconnect?" 032 then would then tap where the headset would be in the real world. Soob would grab her headset and lift it up...

REAL WORLD,

AZUR LANE HQ,

RESEARCH LABS

Soob takes off the headset, with 32 doing the same. "That alcohol can bite my ass..." 32 mumbled, looking at 001, who was staring at the ceiling. 32 gets up, and taps her shoulder, with 001 looking over. "...e-everything was black..." she says, a hint of fear in her voice. "Yeah, that happened last time too, remember?" 32 asks, with 001 shaking her head. Soob got up and stretched. "Okay..! We're done here. 32... I think I have a proposition." Soob says, smiling a bit. "...right... stop giving me cliffhangers, what is it?" 32 asks. "Wanna be my assistant?" Soob asks... with 32 grabbing the vodka bottle and pouring herself a glass.

"...give me a while to think that over." 32 says, before downing another glass. 001 got up, holding her head. "...my head hurts... that stuff was strong..." she mumbled, with Soob smiling a little. "Vodka always feels weird the first time... now get going." Soob says, with 001 walking out of the lab. 32 would place her cup down and lean into her seat. "...I haven't gotten drunk since I joined the armed forces..." 32 mumbled, looking at the ceiling. "Prepare for many drunk nights!" Soob says, downing a drink too.

AZUR LANE HQ

COMMANDER'S QUARTERS

1953

001 was sitting on the two's bed, with The Commander walking into the room... "Commander..?" 001 asks, with The Commander looking over. "Yeah, 01?" he asks. "...I have a question about what Sooby said this morning." 001 says, with the Commander nodding his head. "...yeah..?" he asks, with 001 letting out a nervous sigh. "...the whole... 'like what you see' thing... is that true..?" she asks. "Oh uh..." came from The Commander as he glanced at 001 and then around the room. "...well... Y-yeah..." The Commander then leaned on a wall. "...sorry for staring... been trying to quit." he says, with 001 smiling a little.

"...I think that's okay..." 001 then would get off the bed. "...although, should we be... thinking like that?" 001 asks, with The Commander shaking his head. "No... not with this war happening... that doesn't mean we shouldn't. I just don't recommend it." The Commander says, with 001 nodding her head. "...should we change our names? Numbers aren't the best names..." 001 mumbled. "...how about Diana?" The Commander asks. "...that... works." SK-001 responds, smiling a little. "...Diana works." The Commander smiled and patted her on the head. "Good. Now get some rest." He says, before laying down on the bed. "Y-yes, we should..." Mumbled 001 as she'd lay down and turned onto her side, facing away.

SAF Headquarters

100's Factory

A tall siren would walk into a large open room, filled with machines and Sirens. It was loud and noisy, the sounds of machines and a tiny handful of loud screams filling the air mainly. "Hmph... and your saying this will not be good enough?" 100 asks 018, with 018 nodding her head. "...mistress Tester despises my current appearance and its limits..." 018 says, looking down. 100 would then get down on one knee, looking down at the shorter Siren. "You are perfect as you are. Nothing changes that, my little maid..." 100 says, before softly giggling and booping 018 on the nose.

018 smiled a bit and nodded her head, her face a tad red. "...I see... thank you, Ms. 100." 018 says, with 100 standing up. "Of course... Now, come. 013 is currently being recreated as you desired." 100 says, walking away. 018 would rush to 100's side, and look around. "...so, I... heard rumors..." 018 began. "Their truth. We are in fact re-assembling those you kill, and forcing their sisters to kill them... however, it's quite difficult when they've been dead for over a year..." 100 says as they pass a few sirens working on a tall white haired lady in a blue coat.

"I-I'd assume... so... 013... she'll be back to normal?" 018 asks. "No, she'll be factory reset. She'll retain her training however, as well as her knowledge of that unique technique she found." 100 says, with a quiet and disappointed "oh" coming from 018. 100 looks down at 018 and would then rub her head. "...say, what do you think of 015 coming back?" Asks 100. "...it'd be nice to have Omega back." 018 mumbled, with 100 smiling and nodding her head.

"...013 was heavily damaged when you returned her. She was also abnormally colored and sized... what was the cause of this?" 100 asks, with 018 shaking her head. "I have no clue... I did not participate in that fight..." 018 says, with 100 nodding in return. "... I suppose I should keep that piece of memory retained, for documentation of course." 100 says as the two approach a bulkhead, which 018 rushes towards and opens for 100. "Thank you." 100 says to 18 as she passes through the door, ducking down a little.

Pacific Ocean

Island nearby Azur Lane Headquarters

2000

"The Rogue Shipkiller known as SK-001 is to be eliminated on sight." Came over the radio of a siren. The siren stood at 5'8, the normal for Mass Produced sirens. She wore a dark black under suit, outfitted with matching dark armor covered in gray hexagons. She had on a black helmet, with a small visor covering her eyes, and a mouth cover as well. "This is SK-092, moving in and going radio silent. I'll make sure to bring her corpse in one piece." SK-092 says, before stretching a little and then diving into the water.

092 would swim beneath the water, not coming up for air due to her being specially made to not need air. She would swim through the water, the visor glowing a dark green as she swam, keeping herself close to the bottom of the sea. After three minutes of swimming, she'd look up and see the underbelly of a Battleship, and would swim up. She'd poke her head up and glanced around, seeing no one in the immediate vicinity, she'd climb onto the docks and would look around once more.

After getting a look at her surroundings, she would rush across the open area, and would get behind a nearby crate... She can hear faint humming as a shipgirl passes by, her weapons ready. 092 would wait to be out of sight, before rushing towards the main building. Her visor would turn off to keep her as dark as possible. She'd reach the door and would open it slowly, peeking her head inside and sneaking into the main lobby. She'd then walk slowly up the stairs, checking her surroundings as she went up.

After 2 minutes of sneaking her way up the stairs, she'd walk to The Commander's room, and would grab a small device from her hip and would put it to the door lock and let it get to work, unlocking it in mere seconds. She'd put the device back and would slowly open the door, getting a glance 001 and The Commander laying in the same bed, with 001 facing towards the door. "...who's there..?" 001 whispered, with 092 walking in and shutting the door. 001 then elbowed The Commander in the back, waking him up. "H-hey, what's with the elbowing?" He asks, turning over to see 092 as her visor glew green.

"...this a friend of yours?" The Commander asks, looking at 001 who shakes her head. The Commandeer quickly scrambled to the bedside table to grab his hidden handgun, only to get a throwing knife to the hand. "S-shit!" He yells, grabbing his hand. "I'm here for the siren, not you human..." 92 says, before putting a hand to the side of her radio. "...I have The Commander here as well... what should I do?" 92 asks, before Tester says over the radio. "...leave him be. If he tries to attack you, kill him."

92 sighs, and would toss another knife at the commander's other hand. "Just making sure..." 92 says, with 001 getting out of bed, and lunging at 92, pinning her to a wall. "I'm your target, aren't I?!" 001 yelled, before punching 92 in the face, cracking the visor. 92 only groans, and headbutts 001, causing her to stumble back. 92 then grabbed a small canister on her waist, and would pop the lid off as a baton extended from it. "Yeah, you are. Doesn't matter though, he was going to be a threat."

92 would take a step forward, and would swing it at 001, who'd block with her arm, before 001 would grab the baton and ripped it out of 92's hands, before flipping it around and swinging it at 92, who'd duck under the swing... and then the door is opened by Belfast, who'd flick on the lights. "Commander, may I ask what's happening?" Belfast asks as she turns the lights on, before looking at the two, with 92 staring at Belfast with fear, and 001 tossing the baton aside and backing away. "...I see." Belfast says, before her rigging would appear and she'd aim her guns at 92.

92 looked at Belfast and immediately grabbed 001 and tossed her at Belfast. Belfast would sidestep the tossed siren, before dashing towards 92 and having her rigging vanish again. Belfast would grab the Siren's breastplate and slam her against the floor. "I believe you made a mistake in judgment." Belfast says, staring at 92 as she stared back. "...maybe I did..." 92 says, before smirking a little. "...I surrender." 92 tells Belfast, who'd then stand up, letting go of 92. "...stand up." Belfast orders.

92 then would get up, before punching Belfast in the spot she was shot with the Ship-Breaker round, causing Belfast to let out a wince as she'd grab 92's arm as she tried punching Belfast in the face. "...cheap tricks only get you so far." Belfast says, a look of shock on 92's face, before Belfast punches it, shattering the visor and breaking 92's nose in the process as she's punched through the wall and into the next room. 92 would quickly scramble to her feet, tapping her shoulder several times and flickering out of reality... 92 was now gone.

Long Island turned around, looking at the new hole in her wall. "...what just happened?" Long Island asks, a stream losing their shit on one screen and a paused video game on the other. "...it doesn't matter." Belfast says, before sighing. "...return to what you were doing." Belfast tells Long Island, before she'd begin repairing the wall with what was on the floor.

001 grabbed the commander and would slowly take the knives out, causing the commander to let out soft grunts as 001 did. "One moment..." 001 mumbled, grabbing her shirt and a knife, before cutting two strips of the bottom off, before wrapping them around his hand. "There, that'll stop the bleeding." 001 says, the Commander nodding his head. "R-right. Thank you..." he says, sitting down now, and leaning back. "...so, they have assassins now?" The Commander asks.

"I believe so. That was Ship-Killer Nine-Two. She was never given another name aside from 92." 001 says, rubbing the Commander's head. Long Island walked over and looked around. "Huh... so, you're that siren we captured! ...wait... did you..." Long Island begins, before her face turns red. "N-nevermind! Too embarrassing!" she says.

"...what is she referring to?" 001 asks, looking at The Commander. "...I'd rather leave that... unknown." the commander responds, glancing at Long Island. "...s-so... you didnt?" Long Island asks. "Mhm... just go back to streaming, Longy." He responds, with Long Island walking away. "...what is she talking of?" 001 asks, tilting her head.

The Commander sighs. "...You'll figure it out eventually. Just question Akagi..." He says, laying down now. "...lets just sleep, I'm too tired for this..." He mumbled, shutting his eyes. 001 would lay down, shutting her eyes as well. "...understood...", she mumbled, before flipping onto her side, away from The Commander.

Azur Lane Docks

0832

"So, you want to see my ship?" asks 001, looking at Enterprise. "You're a carrier... I might as well learn how your type of carriers look." Enterprise responds, crossing her arms. "I see..." 001 mumbled, before her carrier would come into reality a ways from the base. it was rather large, the size of 637 meters, and a height of 75 meters. It had a matte black paint scheme with red outlines and hexagons along the sides, siren aircraft docked on the two runways it had. Along the sides were small laser cannons, made primarily for anti-personnel usage.

"...interesting. Your carrier is larger than most... and has propper anti-infantry defenses..." Enterprise says, before walking to the edge of the dock, 001 by her side. "Indeed. Seeing as I am working alongside you, I believe some changes are to be desired..." 001 says, putting her hands behind her back. "Yep. Paint will need to change, as will the aircraft onboard." Enterprise says, looking over. "I'll see what I can do for you aircraft wise. Check in with Hornet for a new paint job, and the commander for a new designation. We're not calling you some numbers." Enterprise says, crossing her arms.

"He has already chosen a new name... Diana. I am now Diana, Enterprise." 001 says, smiling. "...better than One." Enterprise responds, before turning and walking away. "...I have a question." Diana says, turning to Enterprise and following. "Your... uh... glowey hair thing... is it possible to teach me it?" Diana asks. "Should be, but I don't trust you enough to teach you. For you, that intel is classified." Enterprise responds, looking at her out of the corner of her eye. "...I see." Diana responds, looking down. "...maybe one day, siren." Enterprise tells Diana, walking away now.

Diana then turned to her ship and looked up at it. "...so... new life... interesting..." 001 mumbled, crossing her arms, before she'd turn and walk back to the main area. 092 was watching from a distance, a quiet hum coming from her. "...so they dont trust her... that's a little bit of info... Beta must accept that. I may not have her head, but intel is better... I'll just stick around and gather more." she says in her mind, giggling aloud in the real world.

"...I should also get my baton and knives back... especially the baton..." she mumbled, before glancing around. "...and a snack." 92 says, before hopping down from her tree and slowly walking towards a food vendor. "C-cinnabons! F-freshly made!" can be heard from the left, and then "Rice cakes! Come get 'em while they're warm!" on the right. "...rice cakes sound healthier... but that cinnoron thing... it smells sweet..."

092 glanced between the two, before grunting as someone bumps into her. "Hey, watch where your walking!" she yelled, becoming visible to the world. "Maybe don't stand in the road, you dummy!" says Queen Elizabeth as she looked up at 92. "...make me, your highness." 92 responds, leaning down to her, before Elizabeth smacks her across the face. "Get running Sakura!" she yelled, putting her hands on her hips. 92 only smirked a little and turned away. "...fine, I will." she says, walking to the Cinnabon vendor.

"...y-you're pretty brave standing up to Elizabeth like that..!" says the USS Quincy. "...no, she's just a complete fool." 92 says. "...Chinabonnies, I'll take a dozen." 92 orders, grabbing some Siren Credits from a small bag on her back, and placing them on the counter. Quincy grabbed the small glossy rectangles and inspected them. "...w-what're these?" she asks, confused. "...money. Its money, you dunce." 92 replied, with Quincy shrinking down a little. "O-oh..." she mumbled, before turning and making the Cinnabons.

92 quietly watched as Quincy made the food, glancing around. She was getting a few glances, but no one seemed to question if she was a siren. At least, not yet. "...so, any idea where I can get a restocking of ammo? Ships running dry." 92 asks, crossing her arms. Quincy looked over. "Oh, there was a warehouse filled with ammo... it went up in flames a few days ago. A-are you a new ship?" Quincy asks, returning to making the cinnabons. "...yeah. New ship, came from the Empire. I... IJN Os... Osore-Shi... Osore-Shirazu." 92 says, coming up with a name on the spot, with her limited Japanese knowledge.

"...not exactly a classic like the rest of you. Consider me modern, and you all museum pieces." 92 says, glancing around once more. Quincy only nods her head, and would begin to softly hum. "...I recognize that... strangely. Can't put my finger on it, what's the name?" 92 asks, turning towards Quincy and sitting on a stool nearby. "Oh! Its called... uh... Kings? I think that's what it is... its made by this Pavli person... forgot their name..." Quincy says, as she'd finish making the cinabons and put them in a small brown bag.

"...isn't that song a sort of... uh... what would you call it..." 92 then leaned back on the stool. "...dramatic? Boss Themey?" 92 asks, before leaning back a bit too far and falling down, grunting as she hits the ground. "...right... cant lean too far with those..." she mumbled as she'd begin to get up, dusting herself off in the process. "...hey, what's that mark on your shoulder for?" Asks Quincy, pointing to 92's Ship Killer mark. "...idiot drew it on my armor." 92 says bluntly, before grabbing the bag and walking away.

As she walked, she'd keep glancing around to get an idea of who was on base and whether or not it may be a good time to attack again. She'd come to a stop under some trees and sat on a bench next to a short girl with bunny ears. She'd glance over to the girl and then began to eat, enjoying the sweets. They we're also pretty warm, seeing as they were just made. "...now I know what two good things humans and ships are for... food and music." 92 mumbled, grabbing another and popping it in her mouth.

"...hmph... noone would notice if you vanished..." 92 mumbled, looking at the girl. "But then again, I dont recognize you..." she says, before grabbing one of the bunny ears and squeezing it. "...not Sakura. Thats for sure." 92 would then grab a bottle by the bench and inspected it. "...oxy-cola... hm. Smells sugary..." she mumbled before taking a dip and promptly spitting it out to the side. "...tastes like that crap they servered during training..." 92 says, groaning afterwards as she tossed the bottle away.

The girl opened an eye, quietly letting out a "Hm?" As she looked at 92. "...siren..?" She asks, before 92 looked at her and would cover her mouth. "...Silence shipgirl." She says, before she'd slap her on both ears, stunning the girl, before shutting her eyes. "...just sleep you lazy idiot." She says, getting up and walking away again...